The air was still;no movement at allSilence unfolded her dark blanket alloverEven the sky seems to be sleepingWith all its lanterns off…It’s a dry night,like my mindYearning for a drop of rain,Or a drop of tear???My eyes fell on a speck of gold-A firefly caught in a spider’s webStruggling for its dear life,it shudderedAs eight fiery eyes enjoyed the painIn a fit of rage I wiped out the web{To the entire dissatisfaction of mr.spider}Just to help the teeny-weeny insect…The web broke…Proud to be a saviour,I looked aroundTo get a glance of the fire-flyBidding a thousand prayers to her guardian angelBut I was disappointed,it was not thereThe night was same as ever,thickening darkness prevailedUnder a dry leaf I could see a sparkleAs I looked closely at my feetWings being torn away,it stretched,shriveled and shiveredAnd slowly slid silently in to the blacknessThe bare night devoured it with great relishLeaving me behind,with eyes brimmed with tears…